When new girl Michelle joins A-troupe, everything changes. What'll happen now that Emily's throne is up for grabs? With love comes scandal, sex and secrecy, and with these dancers, there's always a price to pay.
The Next Step TV show reimagined as...
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My eyes flutter open as they're struck by the soft crack of light bursting through the cream curtains of one of Stephanie's many spare rooms.
My body lies still against the soft silk sheets, and I'm comforted by the warmth of James' body next to mine. One of his toned arms is slung around my waist, pulling me closer to his body where I lean into his hard chest.
Strangely, I'm okay with our predicament. I close my eyes and lean further into him, enjoying the first few moments of this peaceful morning.
This is the first time I've ever slept in the same bed as a guy, and I never thought I'd wake up to James, of all people, but stranger things have happened, I guess.
I had a sickening feeling that I would wake up this morning and feel an instant regret about what happened between us last night, but oddly, I'm completely comfortable with it. He made me feel comfortable.
It was the most mesmerising feeling I've ever experienced, and although I'd never done anything like that before, I knew that James was good at it, he made me feel more pleasure than anyone else ever could.
And what he said to me, he told me that I had taken over his entire world, and the reassurance that I wasn't the only one feeling this odd addiction towards him made me feel even more comfortable.
I know now that I've been repressing the obvious feelings I have for James, and by no means are we in a relationship now, but I'm grateful that he was so honest with me last night.
After we settled down, we knew that we wouldn't be able to leave each other, and in that moment, we decided to share the bed. I cuddled into his chest as he played with my hair, whistling softly into my ear until I drifted off to sleep.
Opening my eyes again, I look up to his peaceful face. He looks so innocent when he's sleeping, like he hasn't got a care in the world. Usually he's frowning or wearing that infuriating smirk he loves to tease me with so much, but when he's asleep he looks younger, freer.
My finger moves to his left rib, tracing the shape of a sunflower in the exact spot where the light from the curtain beams on to his beautiful body.
My gentle movement seems to startle him awake though, and I meet his eyes as they flutter open, looking down at me with a tired smile.
"Good morning," I whisper, unable to hide my blissful smile at the sight of his messy bed hair and swollen morning eyes.
"Very good morning indeed," he replies, bringing his arm up to muffle his yawn and wipe the sleep from his eyes. "How did you sleep?" He asks me tiredly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
I bite my lower lip to a suppress a very cheerful smile, he's been awake for two minutes and he's already having this effect on me, I need help.
Leaning closer to his face, I lay my head directly below his neck, allowing him to play with my hair freely.
